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  • ShaydeShayde Posts: 320Member ✭✭✭✭✭ - Grand Achaean
    edited April 9
    Three vague dream sequences out of a series of six my character "painted". They're very simple and short, wondering if I should expand or leave them as is.

    (Edit: realized spoiler button is a bit funky. No idea how to fix it.)

    You read what is written on a plain parchment scroll:
    "Finite" (Page 1)
    Utilizing the subtleties of light and dark ink washes on beige paper, the horizontal painting steals a glimpse of a pilfered city. Left for nature to gather its presence, dry and wispy brushstrokes texturize the derelict buildings as moss caresses its splintered exteriors and foundations. Cast as relics of a formerly prosperous era, their silhouettes resemble charcoal etchings against the overcast skies. Centrally situated, thick and raucous smears depicts a temple as it yields to its surroundings; its walls barely discernible through the colonized flora and stippled ash. A large sign, worn and indecipherable, hangs upon nails driven into the solid temple doors.
    You read what is written on a plain parchment scroll:
    "Final Slumber" (Page 1)
    The oil portrait depicts a garden at sunset, a mossy stone wall in the foreground and a brittle iron bench being crucial elements. Behind them, blue-gray silhouettes of low hanging trees intermingle with glimmers of the orange horizon burning through. The rays divulge a pastel figure on the bench, elegantly slumped and feminine upon further study. Her colorless attire blends into the creeping shadows, but her expression is significantly etched. It holds an unsettling quality; lifeless eyes exposed and mouth protesting her final slumber. As if offering no reprieve in curiosity, the artist signs off with a refined, 'S.C.'

    You read what is written on a plain parchment scroll:

    "The Graveyard of Warriors" (Page 1)

    The monochrome painting depicts a battleground of devastation amidst an eroded field washed in gray. Shadowy brush strokes spin the detritus finale of battle, its outcome none too victorious for either side. Silhouettes of broken corpses poke through patches of grass, their features far beyond recognition, while fragments of metal glitter amongst the blackened crannies. Intensified streaks of white intermingle with gray to create the illusion of smoke as it lifts the ashes to the bloated sky above. Positioned in the upper right hand corner, feminine calligraphy reads, 'In war, we are cursed. In death, we are damned.'

  • SayennaSayenna Posts: 188Member ✭✭✭✭ - Eminent
    Definitely Targossian designs. Thanks @Madelyne for the help; had to change a few things though.

    a pair of wings hewn from gristly flesh
    Reduced to bone shards and gristly flesh, a pair of wings lies in disarray.
     Stripped of their feathers, these grotesque wings are a bloodied mess. Scabbed over from
    the violent separation from their downy tufts, the skeletal frame bears a layer of flayed flesh that has been cured to preserve the features of the heads it was removed from. Fresh rajamala catgut littered with shards of splintered bone fragments holds the skin together. On closer inspection, the flesh, which resembles well-preserved leather, harbours memories of tattoos which outlasted their hosts, the once bright inks faded to the appearance of watercolours on raw suede. In place of a harness, latches attached to rings curling around the neck and wrists allow the two sides to drape like a cloak across the wearer's back. Dangling from each wrist, the shrunken head of an enemy grimly sways back and forth, eyes permanently rolled back in their sockets.

  • BoosteyaBoosteya Posts: 342Member ✭✭✭ - Distinguished
    Things I want to design:

    An outfit for Bo's granddaughter's guy (after all, he paid her and then.. I rather wandered off. This must be rectified!)

    An outfit for Bo's granddaughter (ditto above notes)

    Dish of candy for someone who also already paid for it.

    Once upon a time, I paid someone to do something easy (not design work) and then he left realms for a long time. Two Issues (and a few RL years) later, he reappeared, handed me off a slipshod job that barely met the technical requirements, way too late for why I had asked him in the first place, and then he wandered off again. I do NOT want to do this to other people!! Still, I haven't been playing Achaea lately. I thought recentlyish that I was ready to come back (enough that I went and made a disposable alt for getting the hang of game mechanics again*, played on her for a day or so) but I am not.

    Pair of imaginary wings. This is going to be a challenge! It would also be for my own use.

    Green version of Bo's dress, with matching gloves and shoes. After all, she's a grook again now! This will be pretty simple, since I can just use the same desc as my originals, but change the colour.

    *(Disposable alt may return if I feel ready again. Those who wonder if I'm somehow using her as a spy: I guarantee she is not a newbie in your org. No city, no House, no clan. And since I mean her to be disposable, she shall remain so.)
    Miin-aan baash kimini-sij-i-gan bitooyin sij-i-gan-i bukwayszhiigan = blueberry π
  • EheneEhene Posts: 77Member ✭✭✭ - Distinguished
    What have I designed today? I've designed a tapestry for the Y750 crafting contest and I am gonna kill it. just lemme revise a little

  • AlyxeriAlyxeri Posts: 123Member ✭✭✭ - Distinguished
    edited October 10
    Appearance: an obsidian crescent-bladed spear
    Dropped: An obsidian crescent-bladed spear impales the ground here in gleaming defiance.
    Examined: This lithe spear begins with a long crescent-shaped blade of knapped obsidian. From razor edge to roughly gouged flat centre, the blade's glassy surface swallows what little light passes through its blackened translucence. A meticulously carved jet raven firmly seizes the base of the blade in its beak, with outstretched wings guarding the gap between blade and haft. Clutched within the raven's talons, a long yew haft claims the remainder of the spear's length. Along the wood's bright grain, raven feathers are burned in a winding pattern from top to bottom.  The base of the spear is capped with a white quartz wolf's head, its stony maw curled in a menacing snarl.

    Thanks, @Penwize. :)

    Yes it's a weapon like this.

  • KlendathuKlendathu Eye of the StormPosts: 2,515Member @@ - Legendary Achaean
    ... the blade's glassy surface swallows what little light passes through its blackened translucence. ...

    If it's swallowed, it's not passing through :o

    Tharos, the Announcer of Delos shouts, "It's near the end of the egghunt and I still haven't figured out how to pronounce Clean-dat-hoo."
  • KlendathuKlendathu Eye of the StormPosts: 2,515Member @@ - Legendary Achaean
    Appearance: a monstrous cephalopod figurehead
    Dropped: Tentacles splayed, a monstrous cephalopod figurehead erupts from the deck.
    Examined: Tentacles splayed forward in violent eruption from the deck, this monstrous cephalopod appears as if attacking the ship from beneath. Carved from interlocking pieces of mahogany and cherrywood, damage to the figurehead shows it has weathered the effects of underwater exposure and decay with remarkable resilience. A shimmering nimbus surrounds the sculpture, light reflected from the accumulation of salt in the myriad of cracks that crisscross its form. The octopus' single, malevolent-looking eye, picked out in burnished brass and onyx, glares menacingly towards the horizon.

    Tharos, the Announcer of Delos shouts, "It's near the end of the egghunt and I still haven't figured out how to pronounce Clean-dat-hoo."
  • SobriquetSobriquet Posts: 1,546Member @@ - Legendary Achaean
    edited October 13
    Appearance: a gargantuan dragonbone warhammer
    Dropped: A mammoth warhammer lies here, chunks of flesh clinging to bone.
    Examined: Forged from the bones of a great Dragon, this warhammer is a horrific testament to violence. Its handle is a giant femur, chunks of tissue still clinging to its shock white surface, with a hide wrapping providing grip against the smooth bone. Long tendrils of sinew and fibre wind around its length, wrapping tightly around the Dragon skull to secure it in place. This skull acts as the head of the warhammer, a draconic visage of macabre devastation. Bony protrusions jut from its brow and crown, jagged spikes to pierce and impale, and saw-like teeth thrust forward from its jaw. Two large rubies are set into its eye sockets, a crimson gaze that is as unsettling as it is priceless.

    Thanks to @Ehene
  • NatliyaNatliya Posts: 35Member ✭✭✭ - Distinguished
    Thanks to @Shirszae for the proof-reads, and @Jei for the inspiration.
    This is 1/8 parts to Natliya's home. Built it yesterday, after refining a really silly stream-of-consciousness write-up.
    Entirely lit by a panoramic view of the surrounding Cyrenese countryside, this room is walled with glass on seven of its eight tall, vaulted sides, coming together in a brilliant, multifaceted, crystalline dome. The entrance is a hinged matte, grey, stone door with two humble lanterns on either side, wrought iron affixed to the same, smooth granite cut of the wall. Throughout the entire room lay a thick blanket of purest white sand, meticulously raked into concentric circles, many of which are overlapping the other; but nowhere can be spotted a grain out of place, the patterns varying in diameter from three inches diameter, to nearly two feet. Leading to the centre of the room, several marble stepping stones are set firmly into the earth, each cut into a flawed, misshapen pentagon. Around the path and scattered through the garden are various lush examples of ferns and other vegetation, watered by a stream which trickles near soundlessly in the background, entering from the northern ground, and departing into the ground to the west. At the focus of the garden is one large, flat octagon of quartz, upon which set two ornate, leather cushioned, walnut chairs with a kawhe table between. 

    I don't like long goodbyes.
  • KryptonKrypton shi-KhurenaPosts: 2,051Member @@ - Legendary Achaean
    Cyrenese is the language, adjective is Cyrenian.
    (Mhaldor): Herenicus says, "Apologies, I am in-and-out of hold with Verizon wireless customer service."
  • LyviaLyvia Posts: 3Member
    I'm working on my house. This is my favorite room so far:

    A large trophy room
    The rough fur of a fell werewolf rests upon the floor of this room, now a mere rug, with several large trophies scattered around it. Mounted on the wall, a warthog head glares at all intruders, its three large tusks each stained red at the tip. To the left, the enormous frog-like body of a sinister glubber stands motionless, the top of its head nearly touching the ceiling. Just below the warthog head and to the right, a tentacled polyp sits surrounded by its own tentacles, razor-sharp teeth glinting eerily in the light.
  • SolnirSolnir Posts: 297Member ✭✭✭ - Distinguished

    @lyvia ;

    Only issue I see with that room is the use of 'left' and 'right'. Depending on orientation of the person in the room, that could change. It's slightly better if that room only has one entrance/exit, because then you can assume their standing in the doorway looking in, most of the time. Would recommend using something like

    Against the western wall, the enormous frog-like body of a sinister glubber stands motionless, the top of its head nearly touching the ceiling. Opposite the glubber, a tentacled polyp sits surrounded by its own tentacles, razor-sharp teeth glinting eerily in the light.

    Or something.

  • KlendathuKlendathu Eye of the StormPosts: 2,515Member @@ - Legendary Achaean
    I like it. However, aside from Solnir's comment above about orientation, the only thing that rankles with me is the polyp: One of the tentacles is redundant... a tentacled polyp sits surrounded by its own tentacles

    Tharos, the Announcer of Delos shouts, "It's near the end of the egghunt and I still haven't figured out how to pronounce Clean-dat-hoo."
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